A NIGHT WITH THE BILLIONAIRE PLAYBOY

The evening air was filled with a cool breeze as Mira locked up the small, chic boutique she had painstakingly built from the ground up. The streets of Snowfall glittered with the hustle and bustle of the city’s nightlife. She slung her bag over her shoulder, mentally preparing for the coming week—new designs, more fabric orders, and somehow, squeezing in her ever-present hunt for investors. She took one last glance at her boutique, her heart swelling with pride. Her phone buzzed, startling her out of her thoughts. Sia’s message blinked on the screen. “Don’t forget tonight! Miguel Ramos. This is huge, Mira!” Mira exhaled, her excitement blending with a nervous energy. Miguel Ramos—the name everyone in Snowfall knew well. The billionaire playboy, the wild heir to ACE Technologies, and the man she was meeting tonight to pitch her designs. Sia had managed to pull some strings, setting Mira up with an opportunity she couldn’t afford to miss. It felt surreal walking into the luxurious nightclub where the elite came to celebrate their privilege. The place exuded wealth, from the gleaming floors to the walls adorned with opulent decor. Mira hesitated as her eyes adjusted to the dim, ambient lighting. "Mira!" Sia called out, waving from a table. Her eyes sparkled with excitement. Mira joined her, and Sia grinned. "You nervous?" "Extremely. Are you sure he'll even be interested in my work?" Mira replied, glancing around. "If he wasn't, he wouldn't have invited you," Sia reassured her. "Besides, this could be your big break." Just then, the crowd seemed to part, and there he was—Miguel Ramos. Tall, with an athletic build and an aura of power that commanded attention. His brunette hair was neatly styled, and he wore a sharp suit that seemed tailored to perfection. His gaze swept the room until it landed on her, and he smirked. “Ah, the designer,” he said, strolling over to their table with a glass in hand. His voice was smooth, laced with an almost dismissive arrogance that made Mira’s stomach twist. “Yes, I’m Mira,” she replied, her voice steady despite the butterflies. Miguel gave her a once-over, his smirk widening. “Nice to meet you, Mira. I hear you’re ambitious.” His tone was laced with amusement, but Mira brushed it off. “Yes,” she replied, refusing to be intimidated. “I think my designs could add something unique to the market, and I believe ACE Technologies could help.” “Of course,” he drawled, motioning for a waiter to bring another round of drinks. “But tonight, we’re here to unwind, aren’t we?” Mira forced a smile, catching Sia’s encouraging nod. “Right. Just…relax.” Hours passed with drinks flowing freely. Miguel’s charm became more evident, though his arrogance never wavered. Mira found herself getting swept up in the laughter, the stories, the magnetism of Miguel Ramos. When the room started to spin slightly, she realized just how much she had drunk. She excused herself, but Miguel followed her out. “Leaving so soon?” he asked, his voice softer, dangerously enticing. “I think I should head home,” she said, her voice a bit unsteady. But his gaze pinned her in place. “What if…we make tonight memorable?” His voice was a murmur, his hand resting lightly on her arm. Her breath caught, and despite herself, she didn’t pull away. It was a blur after that—his lips on hers, their laughter mixing with whispered promises. Her guard had slipped in the whirlwind of Miguel’s world, leaving her with no sense of time or consequence. --- The sun was glaring through the window as Mira opened her eyes, the reality of the previous night crashing down on her like a wave. She was alone in the lavish hotel room, her clothes scattered around the bed. Groaning, Mira gathered herself, her mind spinning with flashes of the night before. Miguel’s face, his laughter, the way he held her as if she was the only one who mattered at that moment. Her cheeks burned with a mix of embarrassment and anger. What did I do? Two weeks passed, and Mira threw herself back into work, determined to erase that night from her mind. She kept herself busy with new designs, her upcoming line, and late nights at the boutique. She hadn’t heard from Miguel, not that she expected to, but she still couldn’t shake the thought of him. One afternoon, while measuring a new client, Mira felt a sudden wave of nausea wash over her. She stumbled, gripping the edge of the counter. “Mira, are you alright?” the client asked with concern. “Yeah, I think I just need some air,” she replied, forcing a smile. But deep down, dread began to creep in. Later that day, she bought a pregnancy test on a whim, though she dismissed it as paranoia. Back at her tiny apartment, she took the test, her heart pounding. Moments later, the result stared back at her. Positive. “No…no, this can’t be,” Mira whispered, staring at the test in disbelief. Her mind raced, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it. Sia’s voice pulled her out of her daze. “Are you okay, Mira? You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, concerned. Mira held up the test, her hand trembling. “I…I’m pregnant, Sia.” Sia’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, Mira! Does Miguel know?” Mira shook her head, biting her lip. “He doesn’t know. And I have no idea how to even tell him.” “You’ll have to tell him eventually. He’s the father,” Sia said softly. The following day, Mira gathered her courage and headed to ACE Technologies, clutching the phone chat history as her only evidence. She spent hours waiting outside the towering glass building, shivering in the cold. Finally, as evening set in, Miguel strode out of the building, surrounded by assistants and security. His eyes fell on her, his expression unreadable. “Mira? What are you doing here?” he asked, sounding both annoyed and surprised. “I need to talk to you. Privately,” Mira said, her voice firmer than she felt. Miguel raised an eyebrow, glancing at his watch. “Alright. I’ll give you five minutes.” She followed him to a nearby cafe, where he ordered a coffee, leaning back in his chair, visibly impatient. “What’s this about, Mira?” Taking a deep breath, she locked eyes with him. “I’m pregnant, Miguel. And it’s yours.” For a moment, his face went blank, and then a bitter laugh escaped him. “Is this some kind of joke?” “No. I wouldn’t lie about something like this,” Mira said, her voice tight with emotion. She slid her phone across the table, the screen showing their messages. Miguel glanced down, his jaw tightening. He pushed the phone back. “Fine. What do you want?” Mira’s heart pounded as she gathered her thoughts. “I’m not asking you for anything…except to take responsibility. If you don’t want to marry me, I’ll tell your father. I’m sure he’d love to know what his son’s been up to.” Miguel’s expression darkened, his gaze turning cold. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Oh, I would,” Mira replied, her voice steady. “It’s your choice, Miguel. Marry me and make things right, or face your father’s wrath.” He was silent, his jaw clenched. Finally, he leaned forward, his eyes hard as steel. “Fine. We’ll get married. But make no mistake, Mira—this isn’t about love. It’s a contract, and you’re only staying until the baby is born. After that, you’re out. And I’ll pay you for your trouble.” “Ten million dollars,” she replied, feeling a strange sense of victory as she watched his face. Miguel’s lip curled slightly, but he nodded. “Deal.” Mira tried to hide the mixture of fear and satisfaction swirling inside her. She knew it was risky, but it was her only way to make sure her child would be provided for. Miguel rose from the table, barely glancing at her. “We’ll discuss the details later. And remember, Mira—this is nothing but business.” As he walked away, Mira sat there, her heart pounding. She’d won a battle, but she knew this was just the beginning.